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Dorothy narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?” “I’m Reva.” She smiled. “Your mother.”
“No, Thelia, you didn’t kill me.” She paused, her lower lip trembling as she clutched her thin black dress covered in holes. “You saved me from the curse but somehow banished me into darkness with your magic. And now, your power returned me here.” “So I had you trapped somewhere?” Dorothy asked, horrified.
“Reva!” Crow’s voice sounded desperate, anxious, happy. Reva’s shoulders stiffened and she slowly turned around. The way she was observing Crow wasn’t the sweet adoring way she’d looked at Dorothy—it was something furious and Dorothy wanted to shrink into herself, even though the anger wasn’t focused at her. “Don’t you dare speak to me!” Reva seethed. “Don’t you dare ever speak to me again. This, this is all your fault, and you are nothing to me.”
Tin closed his eyes again to revel in their peace a little longer. Soon, it would pop just like the bubbles.
“Dead,” he whispered without meeting her eyes. “I killed him.” For a few moments, the faint pop of bubbles was the only sound in the bathroom. Then Dorothy placed a hand on the unblemished side of Tin’s face and ran her thumb along his cheekbone. “Good.”
He would give her the world if she asked it of him, though he knew she never would because Dorothy’s heart was good. Much better than his. It was a miracle that she didn’t care his was stained black around the edges—that it was beating again seemed enough.
He hugged Dorothy to him as his chest expanded. “I think I love you, Dorothy Gale.” It may have been too soon to say it, but his heart felt it anyway. She kissed his lips, then leaned her mouth closer to his ear. “I have a secret meant only for you. My name isn’t Dorothy. That name never belonged to me. It’s Thelia Tunok Turolla, and I’m giving that to you because I’m falling in love with you, too.”
Tin froze. Her true name—she trusted him with her true name. And, just like that, his heart swelled until he thought it would burst from his chest. “My axe is yours, Thelia. My axe, my life, and my heart.” “I promise to take care of ...
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“No, I don’t care about that.” His lips tilted up. “It’s because you’re my daughter. But if someone has to be good enough, I suppose he’ll do.” Thelia fought a grin. “You like him.” “Now, let’s not be hasty here.” He chuckled.
Crow wrapped his arms around her. “Even if I don’t have her, I have you, and that’s enough for me.” He was lying and she knew it.
The edges of Reva’s lips lifted, her eyes shifting to the side. “And I think there might be a certain male who wouldn’t mind helping you.”
How did she know Crow was burying heads if she’d been cooped up in the room? Had she been watching Crow from the window?
